Jus Lyke Compton Lyrics - Way 2 Fonky - Dj Quik

Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T 

Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit 

Moving thangs, a local nigga made good 

And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood 

And now, let me tell a little story 

About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through 

Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit 

All because a nigga made a hit, check it 

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit 

Then we broke out with the fonky shit 

About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud 

I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of 

But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this 

And that they didn't like this 

That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast 

And now that's just a thing of the past 

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Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland 

And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new 

And slangin' ain't nothin' new 

And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two 

Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born 

Families of young niggaz mourn 

So I'm just letting you know 

That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip 

Because Oakland 

(It's jus lyke Compton) 

Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland 

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) 

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Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked 

With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up 

Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss 

That's why I kept my ass on the bus 

But later on, when it cooled off we came down 

And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap 

The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich 

And a couple of bitches 

Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store 

He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore 

That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home 

But then they had to prove me wrong 

'Cuz later that night after we did the show 

We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know 

Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri? 

Damn, how could this happen? 

Now St. Louis 

(It's jus lyke Compton) 

Yeah y'all, St. Louis 

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) 

I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good 

They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood 

Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw 

And never ever seen the Shaw 

But now, back to the story that I'm tellin' 

We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin' 

When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits 

When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots 

I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest 

And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test 

And before it was over the shit got deep 

A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street 

Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin' 

Little did they know that we was packin' 

Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit 

I even had to wear the bulletproof vest 

Now San Antonio 

(It's jus lyke Compton) 

Yeah, San Antonio 

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) 

After a month on the road 

We came home and I can safely say 

That L.A. is a much better place to stay 

How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this 

Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away? 

But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell 

And the people of Colorado, they know it well 

It was all in the news and if you don't remember 

I had this show I did in Denver 

With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink 

Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit 

To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs 

But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind 

Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest 

Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests 

When it was over two niggaz needed stitches 

Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches 

Now Denver 

(It's jus lyke Compton) 

Yeah y'all, Denver 

(They wanna be like Compton, bitch) 

And ya know that Oakland 

(It's jus lyke Compton) 

Yeah y'all, St. Louis 

(It's jus lyke Compton) 

Uh-huh, San Antonio 

(It's jus lyke Compton) 

Yeah, and Denver 

(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz) 

I thought ya knew 

(Yeah)